I call it noise
The music disappeared
Into the blue.
Those soothing notes;
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy hullabaloo,
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers.
The maniacal drumming;
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music.
And I call it noise;
unnecessary noise.
Into the blue.
Those soothing notes;
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy hullabaloo,
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers.
The maniacal drumming;
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music.
And I call it noise;
unnecessary noise.
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